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If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us. We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day.
Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder, and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man! Yet I ask you not to spare me; listen to me, and then, if you can, and if you will, destroy the work of your hands."
heard of the discovery of the American hemisphere and wept with Safie over the hapless fate of its original inhabitants.
creatures were high and unsullied descent united with riches. A man might be respected with only one of these advantages, but without either he was considered, except in very rare instances, as a vagabond and a slave, doomed to waste his powers for the profits of the chosen few!
They might even hate each other; the creature who already lived loathed his own deformity, and might he not conceive a greater abhorrence for it when it came before his eyes in the female form? She also might turn with disgust from him to the superior beauty of man; she might quit him, and he be again alone, exasperated by the fresh provocation of being deserted by one of his own species.
race of devils would be propagated upon the earth who might make the very existence of the species of man a condition precarious and full of terror.
Had I right, for my own benefit, to inflict this curse upon everlasting generations?
Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful.
I returned, it was to be sacrificed or to see those whom I most loved die under the grasp of a daemon whom I had myself created.
"I do not know," said the man, "what the custom of the English may be, but it is the custom of the Irish to hate villains."
But death was no evil to me if the loss of Elizabeth were balanced with it, and I therefore, with a contented and even cheerful countenance, agreed with my father that if my cousin would consent, the ceremony should take place in ten days, and thus put, as I imagined, the seal to my fate.
